You Owe Me

“Elizabeth. You cannot become a nun.”

“You wanna bet? I bet if I were a nun I wouldn’t get dumped for not putting out.”

“Elizabeth. You’d have to give up like everything.”

“Define everything.”

“Kissing.”

“It’s overrated.”

“You’ve never been kissed properly. Sly Eckert in the eighth does not count.”

“I’ve been kissed since then!”

. “Name one person. And that truth or dare thing sophomore year does not count.”

“The hell it doesn’t!”

“You’re only upset because that rules out your only other kiss. Anyway, that’s not the only thing you’d have to give up. You’d have to give up stuff like ice cream and all other kinds of junk food.”

“You’re not a very good Catholic, are you Lucky?”

“Nah, I’m a more of Luckyist.”

“A Luckyist? You worship yourself.”

“Yeah. You want to join?”

“No. You can stay a religion of one.”

“Very funny. Anyway, besides, there’s a guy who’s going to come along and he’s not going to want your body.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“No, no that’s not what I meant! I mean that’s not the only thing he’s going to want. He’ll want to get to know you–”

“Yeah, so he can get in my pants and then not call.”

“You’re such a pessimist.”

“With my history, wouldn’t you be?”

“You know what? I think I ought to fix you up.”

“Oh, no you don’t. I know the type of guys you do and believe me I’m not interested.”

“Not even…Jason?”

“Jason? Jason Morgan? Are you on drugs?”

“No. Why is that so unbelievable? He’s a great guy.”

“I’m sure he is. He’s also five years older than me and completely out of my league. Plus he’s got a girlfriend.”

“Oh. Right. Her. Look, Courtney’s no competition for you.”

“Yeah…blonde and busty. No competition. I got that.”

“No, no–Jason’s not like that, honestly. He’s into a girl’s personality.”

“And he’s still dating Courtney Matthews?”

“You’ve got a point. Listen, just let me set up a date. Come on. You know you’re gonna like him.”

“He doesn’t seem to be the type to go for blind dates.”

“He owes me a favor.”

“Oh. Gee. Thanks.”

“That’s not what I meant, Elizabeth.”

“I’m going to be a nun. That’s just the way it’s going to work. And why would I want to date someone who’d cheat on their girlfriend for a blind date?”

“I don’t think that’s really the way it is with Jason and Courtney. Seriously. She is so not his type. She’s so clingy?”

“I bet he gets a kick out of the victim routine.”

“Have you ever properly met Jason Morgan? Because you’d understand why I don’t think it’s serious between him and the blonde. She’s dumber than a doornail and I think Jason at least like conversation.”

“Wow. I don’t really see him a conversationalist.”

“He’s not. But–you know you’re protesting too much. Come on–let me set up date. Just one.”

“You just don’t want to become a nun. This is a selfish thing. Because if I’m a nun, I can’t help you with your girl problems. Or pretend to be your girlfriend when a girl doesn’t get the point.”

“Well–yeah–all that’s true. But I don’t want to become a nun because I think you have a lot to offer a guy.”

“Yeah? Someone should tell the guys that.”

“Very funny. So, you’re gonna let me call Jason?”

“Sure. Go wild.”

—–

“So? How’d it go?”

“You’re right.”

“I’m what?”

“You’re right. God, don’t make me repeat that again.”

“I kind of like the sound of it. So, what exactly was I right about?”

“I’ve never been kissed properly.”

“Wow–so does that mean–”

“Yeah–it means that.”

“So, you kissed him? On the first date? It was just the first date right–because there’ll be more–”

“Why? Did he say something about me?”

“Might have. So, how was it?”

“What? The kiss or the date?”

“Both. Either one. Doesn’t matter.”

“If I tell you, will you tell me what he said?”

“Sure thing.”

“It was amazing Lucky. Sly and Zander should definitely take lessons from Jason. Wow.”

“He’s that good, huh? So was that about the date or the kiss?”

“Did you know he has a motorcycle?”

“Yes. I take it you rode it?”

“It was incredible! The stars just seemed to pop out of the sky and the wind was just rushing by. Wow.”

“I take it Jason made a good impression.”

“He did.”

“Did he explain the Courtney thing?”

“Yep. Just a job.”

“Good. I didn’t think he was actually interested in her.”

“So…what did he say about me?”

“Nothing.”

“Lucky!”

“Okay…he might have thanked me for introducing the two you.”

“That’s it?”

“There might have been something about you being pretty.”

“Really?”

“I think the word was actually beautiful, but I can’t be sure. So, there’ll be a second date you think?”

“Well…he said he’d call. But guys never mean that…”

“If Jason said it, he meant it.”

“Really? You promise?”

“I promise. Hey, just think…if I’d let you become a nun, you’d never have gone out with him.”

“You knew I wasn’t going to become a nun.”
“You know what this means.”

“Oh, no.”

“You owe me.”

“Lucky?”

“And Jason still owes me. This is great. I hook up two of my best friends and manage to garner two favors. I am so good.”

“I’d hate to interrupt your self-loving session, but your cell phone is ringing.”

“‘Ello? Hey, Jason. What? Oh–that makes sense. It’s 856-3454. Yeah. See ya later.”

“What? That was Jason? What did he want?”

“He wanted to call you.”

“Well, why didn’t he?”

“Well–he didn’t have your number.”

“Shit! I gotta get home before he calls!”

“Hey, remember, Lizzie! You owe me!”

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